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'Sale' of New Falkusian intelligencia to Allectus + 70,000 د.ك

Imperial Ambassador Allectus has been kind enough to let me know that the situation on the coming days might be more unstable. Preparations for the start of a wheat sale enterprise have begun, to last until at least the end of the week, when the market should be more stable. Data below: The situation is not becoming more stable. Maybe we could expand the current operations for another week.  This fucking town is in absolute chaos. This place has turned into a damn dumpsterfire. The wheat is fucking lost. The town itself is absolutely lost. It was supposed to be a simple incursion by some damn terrorists solved within days. How did this degenerate to this point?!

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• Aaon aofik asorj ofafdoianfe 22333 د.ك
• Warehouse near Velod around 20,000 د.ك
• Around 400 units of wheat per warehouse at 16 per unit
• 500 units of wheat for the CHD to be put on hold until until the end of the week - 8000 د.ك
• Cost of transport, comment to Daniell

Total profit: 75,000د.ك ONLY LOSSES

I have met a couple of interesting characters these last few days. Notably, by alphabetical order:

Ambassador Allectus - An imperial ambassador with seemingly very fat pockets
Ava Miller - Leader of a small gang of bandits. Might come in handy.

Grant Worthington - Close friend to the Cynamophan governor

Leonard Alean - Fellow contractor. Rich kid with high ideals. Poor thing  Damned be both of them! They threw me under the bus on the meeting with the harbringer

Rebecca Altea - Fellow contractor. Not very sociable. Autistic maybe?  . Do they really not understand that I did most for this contract? Who do they think they are!

Lee Xiao Fang - Xurocorp executive. Might come in handy.                       I need to get a hold on my anger. It's not their fault. I should have evaluated the situation better.

The wheat transport failed. The golden frogs got it. In the midst of my anger I joined the rebel forces in the town. Now I do have a company at least, and it seems I will have a form of funding, but if this rebellion fails I might as well bid my head goodbye. It's a huge gamble the one I'm taking. The state of the rebellion is fucking deplorable. A joke even. Absolutely no connection between cells, there's no head beyond some suicidal martyr wannabe who couldn't see a proper strategy even if it bit him on the face. The town is on the way to ressemble an ashtray more than a town, am I really risking shit for these dimwits? Why in the heavens did I think this was a good idea?!

The situation has more or less stabilized. It is clear that it only needed a woman's touch. We I have arranged to deviate the resources coming into the town from XuroCorp deviated towards the insurrectionist side. I can't wait to see the face of the New Falkusians when they realize that their supplies had been 'destroyed' by rebels in the desert! That'll push them to try to take advantage of an already hateful population. God knows what the result will be. Furthermore, I have also managed at least some semblance of international recognition and some weapon 'donations' from the Eukelesians, but I would also like to talk to the Cynamophan Governor through Grant, offer them a honorable surrender and some food in exchange of surrendering their positions and leaving the town. I'd like  to have a positive relation with the Falkusians. Not only me, but the town itself.

Everything will be fine, it seems.

Unless Dennis fucks it up